Black Girl Magic: The Assignment I Never Asked For — But Carry with Power

Recently, I came across a video of a Cuban sister pleading with her people:“Honor the Blacks… because the Blacks will save America.”

Now... I had to pause.

First of all—who assigned us that task?Secondly, why should we accept it?And most importantly, who said we ever wanted that assignment to begin with?

If I’m honest, I’d lovingly advise my people:Pack your spirit bags, baby, and get TF on.But let me digress...

Sitting in My Divinity

Today, I sat in silence. In softness. In power.

I allowed myself to simply be—and in that stillness, I acknowledged something real:

There is a power I carry that’s undeniable.A magic so sacred, so soul-deep, that I wonder—If I had been born into any other race…Would it still exist?

I don’t know.But I do know this:

🌿 This magic is blood-born. It flows through my veins, radiates from my pores. It has been cultivated through generations of wisdom—through watching the women and men in my family walk with power, presence, and purpose.

I come from great stock.From good people.From a long line of warriors and healers, nurturers and truth-tellers.I am that continuation.I am the answered prayer.

Wrapped in Grace & Waist Beads

I stand here today—In my caramel curves,Adorned in waist beads,Draped in the whispered prayers of my mother’s mother’s mother…

I shine not because the world tells me to,But because God expects it of me.

To embody this light. To honor this temple. To let my soul speak in every room I enter.

This wasn’t meant to be a self-appreciation post…But here we are.

I Am the Healer, and I Am the Healing

There’s nothing like an Indigenous, magical woman who can heal not only herself…but her entire bloodline and community.

And if you don’t know one?

Now you do.

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